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All the things that are his.
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1472135
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The year begins well here
with much needed rain
and tee-shirt temperatures.
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1472115
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She stepped inlike ice alonecould save hershe dived,slicing the wavewith her body her fresh pony tailsubmergedlike a silk scarfthen swam moving thewater awaylike whirlpoolscould hold her buoyantly save her from the headachewhispering wordsThey had been there all…
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147254
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You can tell your doctor the truth
Even if no one else will stop and listen
He or she may have a balm for it
To help make it go away
Or at least go into remission
Remission is the staging area for Lies
Corporate and otherwise
We don’t have
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147233
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OhYou like quiet nights in?I do tooBut we might not get alongbecauseOnly part of youwants silence
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147298
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We can’t just bomb Berlin or Dresden,/
Nagasaki or Hanoi, to make things safe
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In the next week or two, the red oak/
will loose and lose its leaves
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147132
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...he was suddenly and hazily relieved that he had something in Persepolis and blue agave plants to talk to her about.
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147132
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I asked him his name and here’s the kicker, Leiby. It means lion.
You know what? I said mine is Levi, how do you do.
That means to accompany—like in the root of the word, it’s got that meaning.
As in levayah, funeral in Hebrew. Does that only
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beautiful, but you don't own beauty. You may be sexy, but you don't own desire. You may be smart, but you don't own wisdom. You may be good and kind, but you don't own love. You may like trees, but you don't own the forest. You may like to…
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147190
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Sit right down in the chair. It's a glider, see? Smooth and easy movement without that annoying head-swing you get from a rocker. And easy to get out of, unlike a lounge chair. Relax. "Reba" reruns will be coming on in a minute.
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147100
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In the state that the stars fell on,
Love and I stumbled upon bits of God
where he forgot sky and moon, too.
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147155
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philanthropy corrugated with a smirk / printed aside every cardboard box and room / every cardboard house with every cardboard door.
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147100
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I play in the dirt with cattle bones
while Mother rattles the sky.
She tells me I have my fathers eyes.
The words come through bloody fissures in her lips.
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147196
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my love for you/ is like the falling snow
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147121
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Only fragments of their lives survive, like broken Sapphos. I have known them, alleged killer of themselves for the love of a man., but we know this is an invention. The leader of a whole guild of girls, who wrote 7 books of poems. What happened to them
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147132
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Kerryn saved us from ourselves really. Would you be reading this had she eaten it?
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Above our bellies we are beautiful women with luscious breasts. Where there is skin, believe me, it is flawless, irresistible. Most of us have long hair, but there are some among us who keep their heads close cropped for aerodynamic…
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147041
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Ben was not a happy musician.
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147052
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Not to...Witness such sufferingWatch as a life fades awayReceive the callAttend this funeralBe surrounded by well meaning family and friendsStand by helplessly as my father sobs in his brother's armsNotice the pain settle in my brother's eyesSee my grandparents' tortured,…
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147095
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I never meant to shipwreck you,
I didn't even know I was singing out loud.
I just stood on my rock a little too boldly,
and hummed a tune you wanted to hear.
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1470158
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Maybe it takes as much fortitude
To forget
As it does
To remember.
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147088
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Able to search through centuries, I click, scribble, skim,resurrect wet stone walls, the smell of burning peat.Bob's your uncle; Peggy's your aunt.Name your family, child. My brother said helloto Uncle Shirley and Aunt Greg. I was more…
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147062
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The laptop has ruined the sanctity of the library. And so I get up and go see Queen Jane.
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147000
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I was sleeping in a pile of teenage bodies soft limb spread over soft thin limb.
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147023
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my crotch-heavy press of 'Yes.'
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147043
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" History ...is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake."
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...it was moving toward me from an oblique angle somewhere behind, steadily, relentlessly.
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